Our Lusty Cheating Neighbor

By Alana Church

When John and Stephanie move into their new house, they get a new neighbor. Sandy is hot, sexy, and friendly. Almost TOO friendly. Can John resist her? Does he want to? And why is his wife spending so much time with a woman who is cheating on her husband? Find out in "Our Lusty Cheating Neighbor?"

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“Hi, Monica.” I pressed a button on the phone. “You’re on speaker with Steph. Do you mind?”

“Of course not, darlings. I have to say, I’ve been expecting this call.”

“Have you?” I said with heavy sarcasm. “Then maybe you can explain why half the damn neighborhood is treating our front yard like a damn litter box.”

“Don’t take that tone with me, young man.” Her voice had changed from cool to chilly. “I’m not the one who’s been needlessly antagonizing my neighbors. What did you do to poor Sandy? She was bawling her eyes out when she came over here last week. It took me forever to calm her down.”

I glared at the phone. “I didn’t know it was a crime to refuse to cheat on my wife.”

“Well, not a crime, darling. But still, one might consider it terribly rude, from Sandra’s point of view, after the way she has thrown herself at you. I must say, she is far more taken with you than she has been with any other man in several years. But that is not surprising, as lovely as you are.”

I stared at Steph, who was looking right back at me, shaking her head. “All right. Am I the only one who is taking crazy pills here? Why is it rude to be faithful to Stephanie?”

A light chuckle. “Well, when you’re the neighborhood hotwife, you get used to men chasing you, not the other way around.”

I blinked. “The neighborhood what?”

A long silence ensued, followed by an even longer sigh. “Young people. You didn’t read the brochure, did you, John? Did you, Stephanie?”

“What the heck has that to do with anything?”

“Sandra,” Monica said, as slowly and clearly as if she was speaking to a dim-witted child, “is the neighborhood hotwife. As such, she is...contracted...by the Paradise Place HOA to sexually service any man, or woman, for that matter, who might want to use her for that purpose.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Oct 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463540527

Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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Our Lusty Cheating Neighbor

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2019 by Alana Church

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Chapter 1: Closing Day

On the day that our lives changed, I woke up to find my wife giving me a blowjob.

That, in itself, wasn’t terribly unusual. Stephanie was great at giving head, and when she woke up in a frisky mood, she would often take advantage of my morning wood to start the day off right. Whether she did it because she wanted to make me happy, or because it made her almost as horny as it made me, I didn’t care. Sometimes, she sucked me until I blew. And sometimes she just waited until I woke up and then hopped on top of me, easing my staff deep into her pussy. After all, when you wake up to find a gorgeous brunette sucking your cock, who the hell iss going to complain?

Not me, I thought, blinking awake. Steph’s luscious ass was only inches away from my face, and I lifted my hand to stroke her sexy curves.

Hmmm, I said, shifting into a more comfortable position. Without removing her mouth from my rod, she moved with me, until she was half lying on my chest, her dark hair spread across her back. This isn’t Christmas. Or my birthday. Or our anniversary. Or even Labor Day. What’s the special occasion?

Stephanie ran her tongue up the underside of my shaft, then lifted her head. John! Don’t tell me you don’t remember! We’re closing on the house today!

Oh, that! I said in a tone of dumbstruck wonder. It drove Stephanie crazy when I pretended to be an ignorant Iowa redneck. Not crazy in a I-got-to-get-you-into-the-sack-way. More like, I can’t believe I married this imbecile, is it too late to file for an annulment?

Doofus, she muttered, and put my dick back in her mouth. And do something with your fingers. Or do I have to sit on your face to give you a hint? she mumbled around her mouthful.

I think I can figure it out. I wet my own fingertips in my mouth, then slid first one finger, then two, into Steph’s waiting pussy. Her channel was already hot and wet, and she gave a mewl of pleasure as I sank into her up to my third knuckle. Her weight shifted, and I knew without looking that she had moved one hand down to finger her eager little clit. The other joined her mouth on my cock, pumping me hard and quick.

It had surprised me, back when I was every inch the country farmboy I now only pretended to be, exactly how quickly Steph could get herself off, especially if she had me helping her. Of course, I had been raised on a diet of ignorance, but I had believed that getting a woman to cum was on a par with breaking into Fort Knox, or remembering my Netflix password on the first try; yes, it would be nice if it happened, but let’s be serious.

Of course, Stephanie was unusual in more ways than one. But once, after our first couple of times in bed, when we were having one of those stupid spats that only seem important when they’re happening, I had been idiotic enough to accuse her of faking her orgasms. The memory, even now, was enough to make me squirm in embarrassment.

My gorgeous, dark-haired girlfriend had very calmly reached up and poured half a glass of diet soda over my head. After I stopped spluttering, she had beaten into my thick skull that most of what I thought I knew about women was dead wrong, and that the next time I accused her of faking anything, but especially a climax, would be the last time she ever spoke to me.

Dumb I might be. But never that dumb. As I pumped my fingers into her tight, sexy canal, her moans grew louder, and she started to buck her hips back into my hand. Her tongue swirled around my cock-head, making me clench my toes in the sheets, and I could feel the muscles at the base of my prick begin to twitch, signals that a load of cum about to come barreling down the pike and hit the off-ramp at warp speed.

Going to cum soon, Steph, I managed to gasp. "Going to fill that sexy mouth of yours all up with my cum."

Her fist flew, saliva leaking from between her closed lips and dribbling down my rock-hard prick. Just as I lifted my hips off the bed, losing control, she pulled her head away, and I could see the first explosive burst of my jizz fly across the space between my cock-head and her mouth, spattering against her tongue. God only knew why this turned Steph on so much, but it did. She loved making me shoot into her, rather than keeping her mouth on me all the way through.

Blast after blast crossed the inches between us, until the flow of my semen had slowed to a weak trickle. Stephanie bent her head, growling low and sexy from deep in her chest. Now it was her turn, and I increased the pace of my strokes. Soon I could feel the muscles in her belly ripple as she climaxed. Her channel suddenly grew wetter, and my fingers were trapped by the clenching muscles of her inner sheath.

Steph collapsed, her head pillowed on my stomach. Turning , she grinned up at me, then licked my softening shaft, cleaning it until it shone in the bright May sunshine leaking through the curtains. Morning, babe.

I ran a hand from her butt up to her neck, smiling as she arched into my touch. Morning. Give me ten minutes, and I’ll pay you back, okay? How do you want it? Cowgirl? Doggie?

To my intense disappointment, she shook her head. Can’t,